Romance over lust.

A brown rimmed iris spiralled with mistrust,
a mane of nightshade strands with shadows dance,
so press your tulips to the palm of hands
that bear the touch of romance over lust.
Ripped clothes are made of holes dressed up with dust
and talons garish in their shades so crisp,
so claw and scratch the face around the lips
that bear the touch of romance over lust.
A lavish heart of cracks and inky crust,
it's barely up to taking a caress,
so cuddle up against this loving chest
that bears the touch of romance over lust.
A brown rimmed iris spiralled with mistrust,
that bears the touch of romance over lust.